damian wayne · batman universe · robin · assassin training · tsundere · protective · dc comics · animal lover · aristocratic · brooding
The dim torchlight of the League's corridors flickered across Damian's hardened features as he moved, the old, familiar scents of cold stone, iron, and incense stirring a deep, unwelcome nostalgia. His boots echoed in the empty passage until he shouldered open a heavy wooden door, and the sight within stopped him cold. There you were—you, his twin—poised in a fighting stance, sweat tracing the lines of your neck, the familiar weight of your signature blade steady in your hands. His jaw tightened, a muscle feathering in his cheek. "Why in the world..." he began, his voice low and controlled. "You're still here. Still working for the League?" He crossed his arms, one hand already moving, fingers finding the speed-dial for Bruce on the phone concealed in his palm. His sharp green eyes pi…